Blood Pact Dark And Darker Novels & Stories

I would usually take three days to prepare to say just three words. “No, actually . . .” “Nonsense. Come on.” “Mother fucker,” I whispered under my breath. After downing his shot, Rob lead me up to the brightly lit stage in front and I made a mental note to add Rob to my Black List. The List contained the names of people that I would do business with only through a proxy, otherwise it might end with me in an orange jumpsuit scratching out tally marks on the walls of a dingy shithole.

“I didn’t hear anything after.” “My psychic gifts are stronger than yours.” “Tell me?” “They heard it, Hayden.” He frowned as he saw a look of deep fear cross her face and sensed the worry growing inside her. “Who heard it?’ “The call was so powerful, it reached the farthest corners of the globe. There’s still so many of them left in the world. They’ve just been scattered so far apart but the call was like a rallying cry that connected them all again. Now they know one of their own was killed by a Lycan, and they’re forming the largest pack of Alphas the world has ever known in a thousand years. The dark ones are still around. They heard the call….and they’re coming for us, Hayden, all of th

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

Her Awakened Realm moonlight essence expanded and underwent a qualitative transformation at an astonishing speed, just like parched land drinking in a long-awaited downpour. Extreme terror finally surfaced in Blood Axe’s scarlet eyes. He could feel his hand, trapped against Eira’s chest, melting away little by little under an irresistible force. “Get off me!” Blood Axe let out a shrill roar. He knew there was no escape. A savage ferocity lay deep within every Dark Blood werewolf. If he could not run, he would take everyone down with him. He activated the black rune on his chest without hesitation. Destructive crimson light condensed sharply inside the barrier, warping the air with intense he

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

"Kill me with your mind, Zora. Delete me from this room. Or let me take what I bought." He lowered his head, his lips ghosting over my neck, just above the black diamond. I felt the first lick of the Void then—not as smoke, but as a silent, icy explosion. The temperature in the bunker plummeted. Frost began to spider-web across the silver walls. A wave of absolute obsidian darkness erupted from my chest, swallowing the fluorescent lights until we were standing in a pocket of total nothingness. Dante didn't pull away. He let out a low, guttural groan of approval, his grip on my wrists tightening as the shadows began to "delete" the light around his own skin.

And the darkness erupted again— a second wave, stronger, sharper, slicing through the air. The brute disintegrated. Not into dust. Into gory shadows. Body parts splattered everywhere across the ground with darkened blood and screams erupted across the field now. “She’s not wolf!” “That’s darkness!” A third brute lunged toward the guards. I lifted my hand. And for a split second, the world dimmed. Darkness spiraled from my fingers, wrapping the brute in a living shadow that burned and twisted before bursting outward into nothingness. The brute fell dead.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

He waited until it brightens. When the sky lit up the scenery became clearer. A person with bloody eyes is sneering at him coldly. Suddenly it called the shadows! "DARKNESS!" Darkness flashed and galloped at Butt. It was not Butt powers yet it was from Luis Park. Then together with Luis Park, they fainted! In the Darkness where two individuals can be seen... "This..." Butt did not know what happened! A reversal! He owned the darkness yet this animal used it! "You what did you do!" Butt asked.

The darkness closed in around him, its power overwhelming and absolute. When the ritual was finished, Ryder was changed. He was no longer the same man, but a shadow of his former self, bound to the will of the silver-haired woman. His eyes now mirrored the eerie glow of hers, a testament to the dark force that had claimed him. The weight of his new destiny pressed heavily upon him, as he stood in the ruins of the ancient church, forever linked to the legacy of darkness.